Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
World's Most,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.